[u][b]Hi-Voltage[/u][/b] Volt gave Apogee a weary look that nonetheless held a wealth of sympathy for her. It was easy to forget that when you take away the powers, costumes, alter egos and larger than life personalities then League members were just normal, day to day people, just like anyone else. And Emily was still so young, not much older than he was when he first started the 'good fight.' You never forget taking a life. Thats the price for taking one. [I]Ah should know.[/i] Togther the three League-mates entered the wardens office, and it was like stepping into the feverish, drug-addled nightmare of a madman. Blood already stained the thick, plush carpets, with detatched body parts strewn across the room. After the raging battle in the yard, and the fight in the corridor Volt had been beginning to think he was frowing numb to the effects of violence, at least for today, but he now realised he was sorely mistaken. His stomach lurched, and he suddenly felt dizzy. A few breaths let him steady himself, and he forced himself to focus. Even to his untrained eye the postion of the bodies, the state of the room, and the pulsating red orb all scream 'black magic' to him. Memories of his fight with Dr Whitechapel flashed through his head, and he was left wishing that Sonja was here. Perhaps most disturbingly was the blue eyed man, who looked so at home amid the carnage. [i]At least he's wearing tha flesh of a man, yet he feels more like beast.[/i] Something about the mans demeanour set Volt's flesh crawling, and he had no trouble believing blue-eyes would have little trouble with blowing the wardens brains out. He didn't know if what the rest of what he said was true, but the Lightning-Slinger was sure of one thing. He didn't want this guy tasting free air, if for no other reason than he just knew it would cost countless men, women and children untold horrors if he got free. "Ah cannae say ah'm too in love with those 'term's." interjected the Lightning-Slinger. He must have looked a right state, costume in tatters, bloody from a dozen wounds, goggles cracked across his face, but he stood a little straighter as he spoke, held himself a little more disciplined. He hadn't gone through all this just to fall at the last hurdle, he hadn't let Emily bloody her hands to be pushed around by some blue-eyed butcher. "Ah have a counter offer. Ye stand doon, calm and quiet like, and ah dinnae fry ye lika cheap steak." Other than he didn't make any other movements, but he wasn't being meek. Instead was scanning the room with the eyes of someone who regularly throws himself into these kinds of situations, probing for anything that could give him and his team an edge in the fight he was sure to follow. ----- "Hmm, max wing. . . " Silvertongue was quick to respond to Sonja, "And by the way, I'm Polish." he added absentmindedly before gasping. "The max wing. . . its. . . they're out. They're all out, the worst of the worst. And theres a portal, to God knows where. If you don't get there quick they're all going to be free!" [i][b]Morningstar[/i][/b] "You got it Binary." Morningstar responded. She sounded eager enough, but there was an edge to her voice now. She resented Binary taking charge, purely because the Meta human was only in the League because she had powers, and didn't have half the training or skills that Pariah, Sixgun or Morningstar herself had. Still, it wasn't and ideal world, and she wouldn't rock the boat for something as simple as recon. "You need anything you just holla Cowboy. I'll keep the link open." With that Pariah's former apprentice loaded up and made her way to the red light district, and whatever the Den was. [i][u]Mr Joe Black[/i][/u] Joe couldn't contain himself when the officers tazed Salvation, his laughter bursting outwards. Now that was succseful police work. For that small act he was almost considering not making a formal complaint to the CPD for the fact Salvation had escaped them in the first place. Almost. He was still laughing when an officer asked him if they wanted to put Salvation in the Leagues holding cells. "You want my opinion?" Joe asked after regaining his composure. "I say just take him outta view and give him two to the back of the head. Huh? Blam! Blam! Hey presto, no more problem! Anything less and he'll probably just escape again in six months, and just end up making himself a bigger pain in my decomposing ass. I should know, I've been a guest of the state enough to know how it works." Joe hadn't noticed the magical ward drop yet, but when he did he would be compelled to enter the building.